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Not sure where this came from, but all this poetry business made my typing fingers itchy. Note: I'm no expert on poetry - so if it's bad, then :P
There was an old man who loved his old ladder.
He removed the stairs to climb it instead.
Old Betty, his wife, grew madder and madder
And went to the kitchen to bake some bread.
The old man was stubborn, he would not give in.
He liked his old ladder, not Old Betty’s bread.
He said it kept him fit, his waistline thin,
But poor Old Betty just wanted him dead.
Then one night, Old Betty got into a pickle,
She drunk too much tea, and had a weak bladder.
She rolled across the bed to the old man’s side,
And thought, “What the hell” and let it all trickle.
The old man awoke, his eyes open wide,
”I told you before, I’m not using that ladder!”
The old man sat up and put his hand through his hairs,
He turned to Old Betty with a sad looking face.
”I’ll get rid of that ladder, bring back the old stairs”
He then got out of bed to pack his old case.
“What are you doing?” Old Betty did cry,
“I’m moving out” he said, his eyes growing sadder.
She did not understand, and kept asking why.
“I’m an old man,” he said, “Who loves his old ladder.”
Betty insisted the “ladder can stay!”
But I need something else for going upstairs.
The Old Man smiled, his mind began to play,
“How about a lift instead of them stairs?”
The couple hugged and got the lift fully installed.
The neighbours thought they couldn’t get any madder.
Betty baked more bread, “It’s ready!” she called.
Down came the old man, who loved his old ladder.
There was an old man who loved his old ladder.
He removed the stairs to climb it instead.
Old Betty, his wife, grew madder and madder
And went to the kitchen to bake some bread.
The old man was stubborn, he would not give in.
He liked his old ladder, not Old Betty’s bread.
He said it kept him fit, his waistline thin,
But poor Old Betty just wanted him dead.
Then one night, Old Betty got into a pickle,
She drunk too much tea, and had a weak bladder.
She rolled across the bed to the old man’s side,
And thought, “What the hell” and let it all trickle.
The old man awoke, his eyes open wide,
”I told you before, I’m not using that ladder!”
The old man sat up and put his hand through his hairs,
He turned to Old Betty with a sad looking face.
”I’ll get rid of that ladder, bring back the old stairs”
He then got out of bed to pack his old case.
“What are you doing?” Old Betty did cry,
“I’m moving out” he said, his eyes growing sadder.
She did not understand, and kept asking why.
“I’m an old man,” he said, “Who loves his old ladder.”
Betty insisted the “ladder can stay!”
But I need something else for going upstairs.
The Old Man smiled, his mind began to play,
“How about a lift instead of them stairs?”
The couple hugged and got the lift fully installed.
The neighbours thought they couldn’t get any madder.
Betty baked more bread, “It’s ready!” she called.
Down came the old man, who loved his old ladder.
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*Is very confused*
What the hell has happened to your accounts!?!?
Again, good poem though.
What the hell has happened to your accounts!?!?
Again, good poem though.
Just realised there's a thread for all sorts of poetry - sorry :P
Not sure where this came from, but all this poetry business made my typing fingers itchy. Note: I'm no expert on poetry - so if it's bad, then :P
There was an old man who loved his old ladder.
He removed the stairs to climb it instead.
Old Betty, his wife, grew madder and madder
And went to the kitchen to bake some bread.
The old man was stubborn, he would not give in.
He liked his old ladder, not Old Betty’s bread.
He said it kept him fit, his waistline thin,
But poor Old Betty just wanted him dead.
Then one night, Old Betty got into a pickle,
She drunk too much tea, and had a weak bladder.
She rolled across the bed to the old man’s side,
And thought, “What the hell” and let it all trickle.
The old man awoke, his eyes open wide,
”I told you before, I’m not using that ladder!”
The old man sat up and put his hand through his hairs,
He turned to Old Betty with a sad looking face.
”I’ll get rid of that ladder, bring back the old stairs”
He then got out of bed to pack his old case.
“What are you doing?” Old Betty did cry,
“I’m moving out” he said, his eyes growing sadder.
She did not understand, and kept asking why.
“I’m an old man,” he said, “Who loves his old ladder.”
Betty insisted the “ladder can stay!”
But I need something else for going upstairs.
The Old Man smiled, his mind began to play,
“How about a lift instead of them stairs?”
The couple hugged and got the lift fully installed.
The neighbours thought they couldn’t get any madder.
Betty baked more bread, “It’s ready!” she called.
Down came the old man, who loved his old ladder.
There was an old man who loved his old ladder.
He removed the stairs to climb it instead.
Old Betty, his wife, grew madder and madder
And went to the kitchen to bake some bread.
The old man was stubborn, he would not give in.
He liked his old ladder, not Old Betty’s bread.
He said it kept him fit, his waistline thin,
But poor Old Betty just wanted him dead.
Then one night, Old Betty got into a pickle,
She drunk too much tea, and had a weak bladder.
She rolled across the bed to the old man’s side,
And thought, “What the hell” and let it all trickle.
The old man awoke, his eyes open wide,
”I told you before, I’m not using that ladder!”
The old man sat up and put his hand through his hairs,
He turned to Old Betty with a sad looking face.
”I’ll get rid of that ladder, bring back the old stairs”
He then got out of bed to pack his old case.
“What are you doing?” Old Betty did cry,
“I’m moving out” he said, his eyes growing sadder.
She did not understand, and kept asking why.
“I’m an old man,” he said, “Who loves his old ladder.”
Betty insisted the “ladder can stay!”
But I need something else for going upstairs.
The Old Man smiled, his mind began to play,
“How about a lift instead of them stairs?”
The couple hugged and got the lift fully installed.
The neighbours thought they couldn’t get any madder.
Betty baked more bread, “It’s ready!” she called.
Down came the old man, who loved his old ladder.